T H E F A M I L Y P R O J E C T
Intimacy 2018 – Oil on panel
-Did you bring the baby?
-No, I thought you did.
-Well, I didn’t, I thought you brought it.
-Well, I didn’t either, so I guess it’s on its own now then. Do you want me to go and get it?
-I don’t know. It’s kind of nice without it, but we should probably go and get it, it wouldn’t manage very well on its own.
-I suppose so. Maybe we could wait just a little bit, we could have a coffee or something.
-Yeah, sounds like a good idea.
Stuck 2009 – MDF, household paint and castors
Blue Dress 2017 – Oil on paper
Family 1980 2017 – Oil on paper
Portrait of the artist as a baby in her mothers arms (Grorud 1970) – Oil on panel
Stable relationship 2009 – Watercolour and pencil on paper
P O P P E D
She was so fed up with her children
that she popped their balloons.
Together 2009 – plaster cast and household paint
I learned how to ride a bike at four and soon believed I was a master. I rode very fast, particularly down the small slopes in our neighbourhood. I would constantly fall off and get big open wounds on my knees. Wounds that would get sand and dirt and ants in them. I would never cry when it happened, but I would look around to see if anyone had seen me falling. Then I would cycle back home. And when entering our house my tears would pop out even just by the scent of my mother. Having noticed I was back home she would smile at me from the other side of the living room. I would run towards her, tears pouring down my cheeks and I would hide in her embrace, sobbing. As if the pain was a lot deeper than a wound on the knee.
Mould 2019 – Pencil on paper